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Chapter 14: The Mafia King's Secret and Dilemma
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[Juliette’s POV]Ralph sucked my lower lip long and hard. His yearning tore through me, paralysing my limbs. When he released my lips, I sighed a mixture of relief and delight, and he grabbed the sides of my face to lock me for another kiss. I shouldn’t part my lips. But his tongue kept prodding and his body kept grazing mine. It felt good. Very soon, I succumbed and he entered, stroking me leisurely and deeply. We kissed fervently for God knows how long. And somehow, his hands got under my blouse, skimming up my abdomen, fondling and caressing my skin like he was touching me for the first time. Streaks of shuddering impulses scurried up my spine, and my insides twitched with need. But the moment his fingers brushed the undersides of my breasts, warning bells sounded in my head. I tore my lips away as my palms pressed on his broad chest. “Enough, Ralph," I whispered, panting. "We need to stop." I couldn’t let him go on. He’d know that I lied about my cycle, and a catastrophe would
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Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 18: The Heiress's Offer
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Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 19: The Mafia King's Traitor
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Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 20: The Mafia King's Kill
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[Juliette’s POV] Ralph glanced at me and then back at the road ahead. “That’s not the look I expected,” he said as the sports car zoomed through the beautiful scenery of the sky-scraping mountains resting amidst the calm forest, covered by the strong blaze of the late morning. But nature couldn’t stop the vexation in my chest from turning into a hulk of frustration. I felt the scowl on my face, and I didn’t give a shit about it. I could sense Ralph taking quick glances at me in the next two minutes of silence until he finally asked again, “Aren’t you glad that I’m taking you home?” “Didn’t someone say that I’m a Virtus now, and the place that I just left is my home?” I retorted grouchily. His jaw clenched, and he fell back into silence for another three minutes. We exited the landscape of natural serenity and entered an expressway that cuts through a vast flatland of yellow parched grass, swaying unanimously and acquiescently. And all of a sudden, the sports car swerved
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[Juliette’s POV]And then it crashed onto me. Like a boulder. I observed those golden swirls in his eyes burning with hurt and that hurt clenched my chest. Utensils down and my mouth wiped, I reached across the table and covered his hand with mine. ‘Growing up, I imagine the Virtuses as cold-blooded monsters,’ I began. Those brown irises dilated with fury, and I slipped my fingers through that large hand and rubbed my skin against his to calm the fire. ‘Because of all the stories I’ve been fed—we’ve all been fed.’ To his tensed jaw, I muttered softly, ‘I must speak for everyone, Ralph.’ ‘You’re not telling me that your father was fed the same story. He came to me with the aim of stealing my family’s land, Juliette.’ ‘I’m not saying—.’ ‘Stop defending him!’ Ralph jerked his hand out of my grasp, fuming. But his eyes never left me, which was a good sign. So immediately, I leaned forward and pleaded, ‘I’m not defending him.’ ‘Then what the fuck are you doing?’ ‘I’m trying to te
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